Kizz My Black Azz

You kiss my black ass because you sucked my dick off

My balls are fallin out of your mouth when you cough

This is for the people in the business, the people in the streets

And most of all it's to the wack muthafuckas with wack beats

Fools on the streets wish they was in my shoes

Cause every day they wake up, they see me on the news

I'm hittin number one the first week that I'm released

And my muthafuckin business and my bank account increase

Bitches ride the poke and niggas ride the sack

So I guess that you can say they're both caught in the impact

Niggas in my neighborhood ain't about nothin

The po' broke muthafuckas think I owe em something

But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello

And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"

Go back to the corner with your brew and be angry

Cause lookin at me crazy, that shit ain't gonna change me

But some of them are cool, and they know who they are

The ones that used to kick it with me when I couldn't afford a car

But the others talk shit behind my back

The main muthafuckas always sayin they gotta rap

Wait to make a record like it happens overnight

But the rhymes are always sloppy and they're never ever tight

Then they get pissed when I tell them that it's wack

But Ren ain't a pussy, so step the fuck back

And kiss my black ass

I'm tired of rappers with live instruments on the stage

Save the shit for parades

And while you're at it, why don't you dress like a clown

And draw yourself a permanent frown

Cause the pioneers didn't draw bands in the blueprints

Because it wouldn't make sense

Rappers doin this should retire

Niggas lookin like Earth, Wind & Fire

People don't go to rap shows, so they can hear a band

It's like a man tryin to fuck a man

It defeats the whole purpose

It's like a fish tryin to swim on the surface

A big circus, all that's missin is a tent

Because the shit ain't worth five cents

So a nigga like Ren'll take a stand

To say a real rap artist don't need a band

All you need on the stage is meat and bones

Save the band shit for Quincy Jones

And no more singin on the breaks, please

The shit is spreadin fast like disease

And for them I'll be a cure, pure

You know that I know I'm sure

So I'ma trap on my lure

Every hypocritical muthafucka that's suckin with the rap

Give him a real nigga slap

Kiss my black ass

Now rappers in the business talk shit behind my back

Just because their shit ain't sellin and people call it wack

But when I go to clubs, I get the utmost respect

Them jealous muthafuckas know I clock crazy checks

Sayin I wouldn't sell if I didn't cuss

But while they fuss, I'm goin, gone, they goin dust

Barely standin the light of the lime

Life's a bitch with some pussy-ass rhymes

But they always on my dick when they see me

I think beneath that point, they wanna be me

I don't break my neck to be in other niggas' videos

Standin around like hoes

But them other niggas gotta do it for pub'

Because nobody recognize them in the club

And when they see me they wanna kick it, so people'll stare

Quit swinging on my dick hairs

And as soon as I leave, the muthafuckas start yappin

Run they mouth like a bitch, better than they do rappin

And I don't need a crew

Because a crew can't do shit that a real nigga can't do

So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew

How does it feel ot be number two?

Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph

And move people out his path

And that's the reason I'ma diss you

Stuff your mouth with tissue

And kiss my black ass